• The clock is ticking, always present in my mind. I can hear it, each tick of the clock as time passes by. I can't ignore the fact that time will not stop for me, for anyone. I'm aware of every minute that goes by and I can't waste any of those minutes because the clock will stop. There's no escaping it. I regret the things I have done and haven't done, but I can't waste my time regretting everything. I can't forget that my clock will eventually stop, whether it's soon or later. Each moment is a sharp reminder that I need to cherish everything I have, keep all that I love close and always be thankful for every memory I gain as time goes by. I know that once my clock stops I'll die.
    I'm afraid of death, I can't deny the truth. I can't pretend that I will never die because there's no escaping that ever looming darkness. I'm afraid but I must keep moving forward till the clock moves one last time. I must never look back.